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Not Another Statistic by J.M. Dabney
What happens when love is confused with pain?
Series: Yuri Sorenson Mysteries (book #1)
Publisher: Hostile Whispers Press, LLC
Cover Image: FuriousFotog (Golden Czermak)
Cover Model: Kevin R. Davis
Cover Artist: J.M. Dabney
Release Date: September 24, 2019
Pairing / Genre: M/M Gay Fiction, Romance, Mystery/Suspense
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Former Federal Agent Yuri Sorenson had left the
bureau behind to become a private investigator. His ex-partner came to him
asking for a favor, not knowing who else to trust. Yuri had always had a way of
keeping his emotional distance from the people he protected, yet that changed
the day Clarkson hesitantly limped into his life.
What happens when
love is confused with pain? That’s the exact question Josh Clarkson had asked
himself for years. He’d grown up in an overburdened foster care system, and
from what he knew of love, he couldn’t expect anything but to be something
tolerated. Was he meant to be more than a plaything or a piece of scenery? H
Two men who know
nothing but being broken find that patience and acceptance are harder than
losing hope. Is the leap of faith worth the reward of letting someone else in?
Maybe they’ll find the strength to find out before the danger of Josh’s past
tries to tear them apart.
The or, what the hell had I been thinking? I cursed myself as I unbuttoned my
baby blue dress shirt that conformed to my slender upper body. As I stripped it
off I studied myself in the bathroom mirror and draped the fine linen over the
edge of the sink counter. I traced the fading scars that covered my chest and
stomach. A few were still sensitive as I stroked the raised edges of tissue.
“They’re healing nicely.”
I jerked my eyes to the right in the mirror to find him watching me. An
odd expression in his green eyes. I wondered what he thought of me. His
attitude toward me had shifted but I still feared he saw me as he had the night
I was led into his office. In his opinion was I still the pain addict whore
that everyone made me out to be? At the club earlier I’d almost felt—normal.
Like a well-adjusted man curled up against my date.
I mentally shook off my thoughts and my brain started to focus on other
things. His unbuttoned shirt exposed the thick hair on his chest and stomach,
his tie hanging loose. To keep from getting caught I returned to my perusal. My
stomach was no longer concave and my ribs didn’t show through my pale skin. My
cheeks face was filling out and I didn’t look like a skeleton. I knew I had
more weight to gain in order to get up to fighting weight as he called it.
“What’s wrong, baby boy?” His grumbly voice was low and soft,
yet seemed to fill the room effortlessly.
“Remembering what?” He asked as he entered the bathroom and
stood behind me. There were several inches between us but I could still feel
his body heat—his overwhelming presence—and my weakness called to me to lean
back into his strength.
Something inside me was sick and rotten, I relied on him to keep me
safe. He did little things that weren’t necessary. Like the espresso or candy,
letting me pick a show on TV. They were stupid things but men didn’t do nice
things for me just out of the kindness of their hearts. It always came with a
“Talk it out.”
Resistance was futile when his hands rested on my hips and he flexed
his arms, pulling me back to his larger frame. The slightly coarse chest hair
tickled my skin and my gaze flew to his. Nothing in his expression gave away
his thoughts. He was as stoic as I remembered. That emotionless mask made me
warier. While I didn’t think he’d physically hurt me, emotionally and mentally
he could destroy me.
Meet the Author
J.M. Dabney is a multi-genre author who writes mainly LGBT romance and fiction. They live with a constant diverse cast of characters in their head. No matter their size, shape, race, etc. J.M. lives for one purpose alone, and that’s to make sure they do them justice and give them the happily ever after they deserve. J.M. is dysfunction at its finest and they makes sure their characters are a beautiful kaleidoscope of crazy. There is nothing more they want from telling their stories than to show that no matter the package the characters come in or the damage their pasts have done, that love is love. That normal is never normal and sometimes the so-called broken can still be amazing.
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